You Should Feed the Piglet

"I see."

Ji Qingyan did not fully understand, but she still felt that it was very magical.

If it wasn't for the fact that the food was ready, she would probably have lied down at the door of the storeroom and continued watching for a while.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and they were almost done eating. Lin Yi was about to leave to avoid delaying their rest.

However, Ji Qingyan touched Lin Yi a few times under the table.

"What is it?"

"Didn't you say you'd get me a piglet?" Ji Qingyan whispered into Lin Yi's ear.

"Get me one."

Lin Yi suddenly realized what he had forgotten. "It's a small matter."

He looked at Yao Meng. "Second Brother, can you sell me one of your piglets? Just calculate it at the market price. You don't have to give me a friendly discount."

"What are you talking about?" Yao Meng said.